If...

The sun looks on,with tired eyes
The clouds fleeting the sky
Only if,he could be one of them
What if,for the length of moments...

The metallic tram-line sleeps,wearing
The dirt of the molten-peach street
Going beyond what lies between real and reality
If somebody would recite a poem...

At the end of office,amidst the crowd
A pair of eyes keep searching
Only if,in the routined existence
He could breathe fresh life,defeating time...

The stale dinner of last night
Flavoured with the broken dreams of dawn
Time pens another novel
Wishing,this could be different...

A bohemian,sleep-lost
Walks some more of the road
In pursuit of a new address
If he could lose himself,even for the time-being.....